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Since this blog was active, we moved overseas and back again. Now you can read about the boogers' latest adventures at www.boogersabroad.com.

Friday, June 25, 2010

One more funny sick day story

Earlier this week on the way to the doctor's office, I told Mo that they would be asking about his symptoms. One that I wasn't sure about was if he's been congested.

"Has your nose been stuffy?" I asked.

"What's 'stuffy'?"

"It's when your nose has lots of boogers in it," I explained.

"Well, if it does, I just dig 'em out."

Oh boy.

"Do me a favor," I told him, "don't tell the nurse that, OK?"

"Why Mom? It's the truth. Do you want me to lie?" he asked.

As I thought about how to reply, apparently Mo's mind was wandering too.

"You should really try it Mom," Mo said.

"What's that?"

"Boogers! They really make a great dessert."

Thankfully, this conversation wasn't repeated when we got to the doctor's office.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

More sick day funnies

With both kids sick and barely eating or drinking anything, I'm letting them have whatever they want.

Chocolate donut with rainbow sprinkles for lunch. Why not?

Two kinds of ice cream for dinner. Sure, go ahead.

Curley requested mac-n-cheese at 4:15 a.m. today, and I complied - thankfully we had some leftover in the fridge, so it wasn't too hard. Though I'm not sure he ate even one spoonful.

And yesterday when we made another medicine run, Mo spotted some toys at the pharmacy. They were on sale and sure to keep them busy for a few hours - and after three sick days, they've watched every show we own and played with nearly every toy - so why not?

When we were setting up a new board game, drinking grape Kool-Aid and having fruit snacks for lunch, I think the reality of it all finally hit Mo.

"Why are you being so nice to me Mom?" he asked.

"Because I love you," I replied.

He thought for a second.

"I think you're lying. I think you're doing it cuz I'm sick."

[One more sick day funny tomorrow.]

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The ailing jokster

Leave it to Mo to cheer me up. He's been sick the past few days with a fever and sore throat, but he says the cutest things!

  • On missing his friends at day care. "Mom! If I get a cold washcloth and put it on my forehead, then can you try taking my temperature? Maybe then I can go to day care."

  • On going to the doctor's office. "If they tell me I need another flu shot, I'm leaving."

  • More on going to the doctor's office. "If he tells me I need to eat ice cream all day, then we better listen to him."

  • On cough drops. "My fever's so hot, these things are just melting down in my mouth."

  • On seeing a little girl at the doctor's office. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Stay away from me! I'm sick."
[More tomorrow.]

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Anybody seen my sense of humor?

So, I've temporarily been neglecting this blog. I could tell you that the kids haven't been cute and funny lately - but that's not exactly true. The truth is, I seem to have lost my sense of humor. I no longer find their "blog-worthy" antics as adorable as I used to.

Here's what I'm talking about.

1. The primo example happened two weeks ago. When I was in the shower, they decided to take a pot that was soaking in the sink and dump it on the kitchen floor. To their 2- and 4-year-old selves, this was so hilarious that it warranted doing it over and over and over and over again. Pot after pot of water, through the entire course of my shower.

You may remember that less than a year ago we had new bamboo floors installed. Even though I dried them as soon as I became privy to the child-induced flooding, a large section of the floor is totally warped. Permanently damaged. Ruined.

Two weeks later and I still can't even chuckle about it.

2. The other night, as soon as I put a homemade, fresh-from-the-oven pizza on the kitchen table, Curly picked up my full glass of ice water and dumped it on top.

3. I just checked my planner to see what's ahead for next week. I keep everything in my planner- reminders about what I need to bring to daycare on Monday, who's birthday it is, play dates, when to pick up the veggies for our farm share (CSA). Everything. Phone numbers. Web sites. To-do lists. Reminders. Confirmation numbers.

Well, one of the little men apparently ripped out Sunday-Wednesday of this week. And I have no idea when it happened or where the pages could possibly be. I feel lost! (If you have plans with me this week - please call and remind me :)

Sorry to be a downer - I'm hoping life in Boogerland will lighten up very soon...

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Cheese curbs and bark wire

Lots of funny things coming out of Mo's mouth lately:
  • At Culvers, "I want some cheese curbs."

  • Singing before bedtime, "If you're happy and your nose, clap your hands. If you're happy and your nose, clap your hands..."

  • After Curly throws his juice box on the ground, "Mom! He's glittering again!"

  • After walking in the woods with Dad. "We stayed away from the bark wire fence."

  • And, upon hearing me refer to Curly as a baby, "He's not a baby any more, Mom. He's a toppler."